Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.