Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.

Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own