There's Place And Means For Every Man

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

The Thing Of Courage As Rous'd With Rage Doth Sympathise, And, With An Accent Tun'd In Self-same Key, Retorts To Chiding Fortune.