To Be, Or Not To Be, That

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.