Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.