If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men.