Oh-- now, that is a difficult question.

[ With a quiet gasp, Grell sits back to stare at the ceiling contemplatively! ]

Among his plays, I would say.. Macbeth! Although, Titus Andronicus is worth mentioning, for entertainment value. [ She hums, nodding with confidence. ]

As for his sonnets-- Well, I might actually recall this one from memory.

[ She clears her throat. ]

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme,
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe,
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

[ And, quite pleased with herself for remember it in full, she clasps her hands with laughter under her breath! ]