To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.

I'll note you in my book of memory.