But If The While I Think On

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.