Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass,

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!