I Have Shot Mine Arrow

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.