We Were Not Born To Sue, But

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

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

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.