And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.