Now I Will Believe That There Are

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.