Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

You Know That Love Will Creep In Service Where It Cannot Go.

How My Achievements Mock Me!

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.