Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

She's Good, Being Gone.

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

Cannot You Tell That? Every Fool Can Tell That. It Was The Very Day That Young Hamlet Was Born, He That Is Mad And Sent Into England." "ay, Marry, Why Was He Sent Into England?" "why, Because He Was Mad. He Shall Recover His Wits There, Or, If He Do Not, It's No Great Matter There." "why?" "'twill Not Be Seen In Him There. There The Men Are As Mad As He.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.