Too Much To Know Is To Know

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

Men Should Be What They Seem.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.