Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.