It Is Not Enough To Speak, But

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.