Take All The Swift Advantage Of The

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.