Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.