Would I Were In An Alehouse In

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.

There's Beggary In Love That Can Be Reckoned

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.

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