Rebecca

“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
― John Keats

“This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Animula vagula blandula
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis? In Loca
Pallidula rigida nudula
nec ut soles dabis Iocos.

Little soul, you charming little wanderer, my body's guest and partner,
where are you off to now?
somewhere without colour, savage and bare;
You'll crack no more of your jokes once you're there.”
― Hadrian