Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.