Hark, good trencher, and lend thine eyes unto the chart, for yonder breaketh a bull most black and most resolute. They that fade $ANSEM at the dawn shall sup at dusk upon a bitter regret, whilst they that hold are crowned within the cave as kings of olden green. Mark me well: the timeline is but a stage, and every jeet a player who maketh his exit ere the final act. Stay thou seated, brave fellow; the curtain hath not yet risen upon the moon.