Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
William ShakespeareWould it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marle?
William ShakespeareIt is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
William Shakespeare