The Soul Of This Man Is His

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!