I Would Not Wish Any Companion In

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

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

More Matter With Less Art.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.