The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.