What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.