Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

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

A Fellow By The Hand Of Nature Mark'd, Quoted, And Sign'd, To Do A Deed Of Shame.

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.