By That Sin Fell The Angels.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.