Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To

The Readiness Is All.

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

I Do I Know Not What, And Fear To Find Mine Eye Too Great A Flatterer For My Mind. Fate, Show Thy Force. Ourselves We Do Not Owe. What Is Decreed Must Be; And Be This So.