What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed,

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!