Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye