We Cannot All Be Masters.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

Too Much To Know Is To Know Naught But Fame.