A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

All's Well That Ends Well; Still The Fine's The Crown. Whate'er The Course, The End Is The Renown.

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.