A Fool's Bolt Is Soon

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

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

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet