I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

Liberty Plucks Justice By The Nose; The Baby Beats The Nurse, And Quite Athwart Goes All Decorum.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.