There Is Nothing So Confining As The

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners.