All The World's A Stage.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

A Devil, A Born Devil On Whose Nature, Nurture Can Never Stick, On Whom My Pain, Humanly Taken, All Lost, Quite Lost.