Who seeks, and will not take when once 't is offer'd...

Things fall apart, yet things come together, Harry Carey. The improv night adding just another element to the multi-purpose room, and doesn't someone else just go and recommend that the Friday become substantial. And so it shall. E'en as we sail away another day, and spend money on such things we care not for. And look at left hands for rings we wish not to see, just out of principle. Alas.

NORFOLK
Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills
Requires slow pace at first:

Oh Friday. You love me and I love you and so we rejoice. What is yet to come of this sane madness? "It's not impossible".

And -

Pom. This is not yet an Alexandrian feast.
Ant. It ripens towards it. Strike the vessels, ho!
Here is to Caesar!
Caes. I could well forbear't.
It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler.

Caes. What would you more? Pompey, good night. good brother,
Let me request you off; our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let's part;
You see we have burnt our cheeks; strong Enobarb
Is weaker than the wine, and mine own tongue
Splits what it speaks; the wild disguise hath almost
Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night.
Good Antony, your hand.