We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.