Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring?
Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord
Hamlet: As woman's love.

“Haply for I am black,And have not those soft parts of conversationThat chambere…”

“His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laug…”

“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes surv…”

“every thing in your hand if you bi laveon God”