Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.