What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.