Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.