Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

For As A Surfeit Of The Sweetest Things The Deepest Loathing To The Stomach Brings, Or As Tie Heresies That Men Do Leave Are Hated Most Of Those They Did Deceive, So Thou, My Surfeit And My Heresy, Of All Be Hated, But The Most Of Me!

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

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?