Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

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

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.