What's Done Can't Be Undone.

A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is Not More Loath'd Than An Effeminate Man.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.