Quote - Titus - "Titus Andronicus" 1.1

"Behold the poor remains, alive and dead.
These that survive let Rome reward with love;
These that I bring unto their latest home,
With burial among their ancestors.
Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword.
Titus unkind, and careless of thine own,
Why suffer'st thou thy sons unburied yet
To hover on the dreadful shore of Styx?
Make way to lay them by their bretheren.
There greet in silence as the dead are wont,
And sleep in peace, slain in your country's wars.
O sacred receptacle of my joys,
Sweet cell of virtue and nobility,
How many sons hast thou of mine in store
That thou wilt never render to me more!”

Thinking Before You Speak and Act

"Give thy thoughts no tongue nor any unproportion'd thoughts his act."
~ Polonius - Hamlet: Act I: Scene III By: William Shakespeare