Women May Fail When There Is No

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe Grapes.