The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

Every Great Drama Has Its Foreshadow.

Men Should Be What They Seem.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.