I'll Be Damned For Never A King's

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.