Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.

“if you can't walk this pathway; it does not mean that there is no other pathto …”

“Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright, it seems she hangs against the c…”

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits…”

“In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors…”