Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.