Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.