Pardon's The Word To All.

The Rest, Is Silence.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?