The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All

Hamlet [...] We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots. Your Fat King And Your Lean Beggar Is But Variable Service, Two Dishes, But To One Table; That's The End. Claudius Alas, Alas. Hamlet A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm. Claudius What Dost Thou Mean By This? Hamlet Nothing But To Show You How A King May Go A Progress Through The Guts Of A Beggar.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypress Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath, I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid. My Shroud Of White Stuck All With Yew, O Prepare It! My Part Of Death No One So True Did Share It. Not A Flower, Not A Flower Sweet, On My Black Coffin Let There Be Strewn: Not A Friend, Not A Friend Greet My Poor Corpse, Where My Bones Shall Be Thrown. A Thousand Thousand Sighs To Save, Lay Me O Where Sad True Lover Never Find My Grave, To Weep There!