I May Command Where I Adore.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

Gloucester, We Have Done Deeds Of Charity, Made Peace Of Enmity, Fair Love Of Hate, Between These Swelling Wrong-incensed Peers.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.