Slings and arrows, now natural shocks can start.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The rub of words, words, words; I'm sick at heart.
The woman changes faces, I know her as Frailty.
And we know what we are but not what we may be.
Shake off this mortal coil, get thee to a nunnery.
The rest is silence and to thine own self be true
Though you listen to many, you speak to a few.
You see clouds in the mirror of nature, hanging on you.
The bad beginning, the worse stays behind.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There is method in the madness of my mind.
