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

“If I have to do battle with you a thousand times to prove my point, I'll do it.'The queen unwisely asked, 'But to prove what point, my dear Hamlet?''That I loved Ophelia! Fifty thousand brothers, with all the love they can summon, would not equal my love for here. Ophelia, Ophelia.”

“DOST thou not hear the silver bell,Through yonder lime-trees ringing?'Tis my lady's light gazelle.To me her love thoughts bringing, —All the while that silver bellAround his dark neck ringing.”

“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.”

“We all choose how to look at life. --A Prologue to Love”

“husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue”