Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.