Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.