I Wonder Men Dare Trust

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.