What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!