Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?