Life... Is A Paradise To What We

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.