Tis No Sin For A Man To

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.