O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.

A Plague On Both Your Houses.

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache