Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.