Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

Kent. Where's The King? Gent. Contending With The Fretful Elements; Bids The Wind Blow The Earth Into The Sea, Or Swell The Curled Waters 'bove The Main, That Things Might Change Or Cease; Tears His White Hair, Which The Impetuous Blasts, With Eyeless Rage, Catch In Their Fury And Make Nothing Of; Strives In His Little World Of Man To Outscorn The To-and-fro-conflicting Wind And Rain. This Night, Wherein The Cub-drawn Bear Would Couch, The Lion And The Belly-pinched Wolf Keep Their Fur Dry, Unbonneted He Runs, And Bids What Will Take All.