Out, Damned Spot! Out, I

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Is She Not Passing Fair?