To Weep Is To Make Less The

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.