Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

To Be Generous, Guiltless, And Of A Free Disposition Is To Take Those Things For Bird-bolts That You Deem Cannon-bullets.