Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears Are Vain.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.