Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.