Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.

Devoutly To Be Wish'd. To Die, To Sleep; To Sleep, Perchance To Dream—for In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come,when We Have Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil, Must Give Us Pause, There's The Respect, That Makes Calamity Of So Long Life

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.