I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

By How Much Unexpected, By So Much We Must Awake Endeavour For Defence; For Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!