Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Give Thanks For What You Are Today And Go On Fighting For What You Gone Be Tomorrow

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.

My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And Ears, Two Traded Pilots 'twixt The Dangerous Shores Of Will And Judgment.