Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.