The Web Of Our Life Is Of

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

O God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains!" - Cassio (act Ii, Scene Iii)

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.