What’s past is prologue
he that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man’s life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post—
The Man i’ th’ Moon’s too slow—till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again
(And by that destiny) to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.
The Tempest Act 2, scene 1, 245–254
Love your tag line
They came for me and mine
and now whose turn?
‘Tis thine
(Shakespeared it up;)