A Man Can Die But Once.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.