Use Every Man After His Desert, And

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.