Men Should Be What They Seem.

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.