Speak Me Fair In Death.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.

Although The Last, Not Least.

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.