And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards Of Us All; And Thus The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Slicked O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.