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We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.