Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.