Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

Be Just, And Fear Not.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.