Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Our Content Is Our Best Having.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.