I Am One, Sir, That Comes To

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

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

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.