O, Reason Not The Need!

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell