We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are

Love Is Merely A Madness.

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.