Be Like You Thought Our Love Would

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.