Now I Will Believe That There Are

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.

And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.