This is the end....I'm speechless My emo glasses will always be at the ready
This rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth/
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.