The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Devoutly To Be Wish'd. To Die, To Sleep; To Sleep, Perchance To Dream—for In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come,when We Have Shuffled Off This Mortal Coil, Must Give Us Pause, There's The Respect, That Makes Calamity Of So Long Life

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None