How Hard It Is To Hide The

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards Of Us All; And Thus The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Slicked O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought