Our Jovial Star Reigned At

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.