Something Is Rotten In The State Of

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.