Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

At Once, Good Night- Stand Not Upon The Order Of Your Going, But Go At Once.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream