In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.