We Have Seen Better Days.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Let Fame, That All Hunt After In Their Lives, Live Regist'red Upon Our Brazen Tombs And Then Grace Us In The Disgrace Of Death; When, Spite Of Cormorant Devouring Time, Th' Endeavor Of This Present Breath May Buy That Honor Which Shall Bate His Scythe's Keen Edge And Make Us Heirs Of All Eternity.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

O God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains!" - Cassio (act Ii, Scene Iii)

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.