Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.