Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.