There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.