Your Face Is A Book, Where Men

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.