Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows