There Are More Things In Heaven And

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.