However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.