The Undiscovered Country From Whose

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.