Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.