Dream In Light Years, Challenge

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

And A Man's Life's No More Than To Say "one."

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine, Whose Weakness, Married To Thy Stronger State, Makes Me With Thy Strength To Communicate.