Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

In Utopia, Where Every Man Has A Right To Everything, They All Know That If Care Is Taken To Keep The Public Stores Full, No Private Man Can Want Anything; For Among Them There Is No Unequal Distribution, So That No Man Is Poor, None In Necessity; And Though No Man Has Anything, Yet They Are All Rich; For What Can Make A Man So Rich As To Lead A Serene And Cheerful Life, Free From Anxieties.

What Is Deferred Is Not Avoided.

Your Love Has Build Me From Strength To Strength. It Has Made Me A Stronger And Better Person Than I Was. There Is Nothing That Love Cannot Change Darling. Once You Fall In Love, Even Wars Turn To Love Stories.

By Reason Of Gifts And Bribes The Offices Be Given To Rich Men, Which Should Rather Have Been Executed By Wise Men.

They Wonder Much To Hear That Gold, Which In Itself Is So Useless A Thing, Should Be Everywhere So Much Esteemed, That Even Men For Whom It Was Made, And By Whom It Has Its Value, Should Yet Be Thought Of Less Value Than It Is.