What A Piece Of Work Is A

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.

The Rest, Is Silence.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.