The Web Of Our Life

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban