Being Of No Power To

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

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...

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.