Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.