I Love Thee, I Love Thee With

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will

Bounty, Being Free Itself, Thinks All Others So.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.