One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

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

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.