What The Great Ones Do,

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest, And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From This World-wearied Flesh. Eyes, Look Your Last! Arms, Take Your Last Embrace! And, Lips, O You The Doors Of Breath, Seal With A Righteous Kiss A Dateless Bargain To Engrossing Death!

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.