Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

Ready To Go But Never To Return.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?