In Thy Youth Wast As True A

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced?

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.