Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas