The Time Is Out Of Joint.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

Blow, Winds, And Crack Your Cheeks! Rage! Blow! You Cataracts And Hurricanoes, Spout Till You Have Drenched Our Teeples, Drowned The Cocks! You Sulphurour And Thought-executing Fires, Vaunt-couriers To Oak-cleaving Thunderbolts, Singe My White Head! And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Molds, All Germens Spill At Once That Make Ingrateful Man!

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.