I Am Not Merry, But

Assure Thee, If I Do Vow A Friendship, I'll Perform It To The Last Article." --othello, Act Iii, Scene Iii

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand? Come, Let Me Clutch Thee. I Have Thee Not, And Yet I See Thee Still. Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feeling As To Sight? Or Art Thou But A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?