“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.”

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,That can sing both high and low:Trip no further, pretty sweeting;Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know.What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies not plenty;Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.”

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend,But to procrastinate his lifeless end.”

“This day's black fate on more days doth depend;This but begins the woe, others must end.”

“Saint Hellion is the awesomest band the world doth know.”

“Knock... and ask your heart what it doth know.”