Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?