The Time Is Out Of Joint :

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

Macbeth To Witches: What Are These So Wither'd And So Wild In Their Attire, That Look Not Like Th' Inhabitants O' Th' Earth, And Yet Are On 't?

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

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