In Nature's Infinite Book Of

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

Take Pains. Be Perfect.