To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

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

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.