We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, wh >>
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. [Ham >>
Time is the justice that examines all offenders. [As You Like It >>
An evil life is a kind of death. >>
All say, How hard it is that we have to die -- a strange complaint to >>
To die will be an awfully big adventure. >>
Men must endure, their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.