Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You. . . . She Is The Fairies’ Midwife, And She Comes In Shape No Bigger Than An Agate Stone On The Forefinger Of An Alderman, Drawn With A Team Of Little Atomi Athwart Men’s Noses As They Lie Asleep.

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!