Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.