Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.