And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t'express his love and friending to you.

I've often speculated why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the Romantic in me.

These 'batlets', which had of necessity to be made from well-seasoned wood, were evidently prized household items, often intricately carved on the upper surface.

The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, / Hath rung night's yawning peal.