Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.