He That Dies Pays All Debts.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

Avaunt, You Cullions!

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears: But Yet It Is Our Trick; Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will: When These Are Gone, The Woman Will Be Out. — Adieu, My Lord! I Have A Speech Of Fire, That Fain Would Blaze, But That This Folly Drowns It.