All Dark And Comfortless.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.