If We Are True To Ourselves, We

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.