Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound reverbs no hollowness.

“Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it.”

“The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,Chequering the eastern clouds w…”

“But in the beaten way of friendship what make you at Elsinore?”

“Come, I know thou lovest me; and at night, when you come into your closet, you'…”