Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil

To Thine Own Self Be True, And It Must Follow, As The Night The Day, Thou Canst Not Then Be False To Any Man.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.