The Rest, Is Silence.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.