For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.