He That Hath The Steerage Of My

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

There's No Art To Find The Mind's Construction In The Face.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Direct Not Him Whose Way Himself Will Choose; 'tis Breath Not Lack'st, And That Breath Wilt Thou Lose.