This Above All; To Thine Own Self

The Liquid Drops Of Tears That You Have Shed Shall Come Again, Transform'd To Orient Pearl, Advantaging Their Loan With Interest Of Ten Times Double Gain Of Happiness.

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

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

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.