All The World's A Stage.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.