Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.