Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.