Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.