Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself