Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

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

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.