Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.