Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?