A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.