Love Reasons Without Reason.

The Insolence Of Office.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.