Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man For A Villain's Accusation.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness To Catch The Nearest Way: Thou Wouldst Be Great; Art Not Without Ambition, But Without The Illness Should Attend It: What Thou Wouldst Highly, That Wouldst Thou Holily; Wouldst Not Play False, And Yet Wouldst Wrongly Win.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.