The Past Is Prologue.

Love Is Like A Child, That Longs For Everything It Can Come By

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.