For Never Was A Story Of More

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

More Matter With Less Art.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)