Despair And Die. The Ghosts

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

To Thine Own Self Be True, And It Must Follow, As The Night The Day, Thou Canst Not Then Be False To Any Man.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.