I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.