I Say There Is No Darkness But

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

Alas, Poor Yorick! I Knew Him, Horatio: A Fellow Of Infinite Jest, Of Most Excellent Fancy: He Hath Borne Me On His Back A Thousand Times; And Now, How Abhorred In My Imagination It Is! My Gorge Rims At It. Here Hung Those Lips That I Have Kissed I Know Not How Oft. Where Be Your Gibes Now? Your Gambols? Your Songs? Your Flashes Of Merriment, That Were Wont To Set The Table On A Roar? Not One Now, To Mock Your Own Grinning? Quite Chap-fallen?

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions Let Us Go If You Say Ay, The King Will Not Say No.