All Pity Choked With Custom

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.