Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!