Now, Good Digestion Wait On Appetite, And

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Hath Romeo Slain Himself? Say Thou But Ay, And That Bare Vowel Ay Shall Poison More Than The Death-darting Eye Of Cockatrice. I Am Not I,if There Be Such An Ay, Or Those Eyes Shut,that Make Thee Answer Ay: If He Be Slain Say Ay,or If Not,no: Brief Sounds,determine Of My Weal Or Woe.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!