Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.