For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black >>
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundre >>
To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the m >>
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn >>
Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves an >>
Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny. >>
Such as we are made of, such we be.