I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!