A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

Alas, Their Love May Be Call'd Appetite. No Motion Of The Liver, But The Palate

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other