Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.