My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Merely Players: They Have Their Exits And Their Entrances; And One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts, His Acts Being Seven Ages.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.