Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates. The Fault, Dear Brutus, Is Not In Our Stars, But In Ourselves, That We Are Underlings.

But Thou, Contracted To Thine Own Bright Eyes, Feed'st Thy Light's Flame With Self-substantial Fuel, Making A Famine Where Abundance Lies, Thyself Thy Foe, To Thy Sweet Self Too Cruel.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.