Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!