Of All Base Passions, Fear

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye, Steal Me Awhile From Mine Own Company.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.