Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.