Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

What Man Art Thou That, Thus Bescreened In Night, So Stumblest On My Counsel? *who Are You? Why Do You Hide In The Darkness And Listen To My Private Thoughts?*

Thus With A Kiss I Die

Yea From The Table Of My Memory I'll Wipe Away All Trivial Fond Records.

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.