All The World Is A Stage And

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.