O, Reason Not The Need!

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.