Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear The Yoke.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.