I Am Not In The Roll Of

Lord Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words. Lord Polonius: What Is The Matter, My Lord? Hamlet: Between Who? Lord Polonius: I Mean, The Matter That You Read, My Lord.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

If You Can Look Into The Seeds Of Time, And Say Which Grain Will Grow And Which Will Not, Speak Then Unto Me.