I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

Love Is Not Ful Of Pittie (as Men Say) But Deaffe And Cruell, Where He Meanes To Pray.

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

Fornication: But That Was In Another Country; And Besides, The Wench Is Dead.