A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.