Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

Love Goes Toward Love.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.