O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with Time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face.
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

“Two households, both alike in dignityIn fair Verona, where we lay our sceneFrom…”

“My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.HAMLET Do you see yonder…”

“Love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.*Love…”

“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.”