A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.