War Is No Strife To

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Let Them Obey That Knows Not How To Rule.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.