Some Smack Of Age In You, Some

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.