Thou Shouldst Not Have Been

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

Tis Often Seen Adoption Strives With Nature; And Choice Breeds A Native Slip To Us From Foreign Lands.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.