The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

Devoutly To Be Wish'd. To Die, To Sleep; To Sleep, Perchance To Dream—for In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come,when We Have Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil, Must Give Us Pause, There's The Respect, That Makes Calamity Of So Long Life

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.