Your Date Is Better In Your Pie

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!