True nobility is exempt from fear
Having nothing, nothing can he lose
How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
O JUDGMENT! THOU ART FLED TO BRUTISH BEASTS, AND MEN HAVE LOST THEIR REASON.
AS HE WAS VALIANT, I HONOR HIM; BUT AS HE WAS AMBITIOUS, I SLEW HIM.
SPEAK, HANDS, FOR ME!
HOW MANY AGES HENCE
SHALL THIS OUR LOFTY SCENE BE ACTED O’ER,
IN STATES UNBORN AND ACCENTS YET UNKNOWN!
A PLAGUE OF ALL COWARDS, I SAY.
YOU CARE NOT WHO SEES YOUR BACK:
CALL YOU THAT BACKING OF FRIENDS?
A PLAGUE UPON SUCH A BACKING!
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 