There's No Better Sign Of A Brave

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

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.