Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

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