Now I Will Believe That There Are

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

O For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention, A Kingdom For A Stage, Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene!

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

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