The People Are The City.

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Love Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.