O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

Life's But A Walking Shadow, A Poor Player, That Struts And Frets His Hour Upon The Stage, And Then Is Heard No More; It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury, Signifying Nothing.