God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.