Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Time Will Run Back And Fetch The Age Of Gold.

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

We Should Be Wary What Persecution We Raise Against The Living Labors Of Public Men, How We Spill That Seasoned Life Of Man, Preserved And Stored Up In Books, Since We See A Kind Of Homicide May Be Thus Committed, Sometimes A Martyrdom; And If It Extend To The Whole Impression, A Kind Of Massacre, Whereof The Execution Ends Not In The Slaying Of An Elemental Life, But Strikes At The Ethereal And Fifth Essence, The Breath Of Reason Itself; Slays An Immortality Rather Than A Life.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?