Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.