My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

A King Of Infinite Space

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.

Come Give Us A Taste Of Your Quality.