And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath Made The Flinty And Steel Couch Of War My Thrice-driven Bed Of Down.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service