Finally$$$ from so little sleeping and so much reading$$$ his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.

<p>Every bond is a bond to sorrow.</p>

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

The lady doth protest too much$$$

Sweets to the sweet.

God hath given you one face$$$ and you make yourself another.

When sorrows come$$$ they come not single spies. But in battalions!

Good-night$$$ sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

My words fly up$$$ my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.