Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.