He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them?

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.