How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In

A Great Perturbation In Nature, To Receive At Once The Benefit Of Sleep And Do The Effects Of Watching!

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

Were I The Moor I Would Not Be Iago. In Following Him I Follow But Myself; Heaven Is My Judge, Not I For Love And Duty, But Seeming So For My Peculiar End. For When My Outward Action Doth Demonstrate The Native Act And Figure Of My Heart In Compliment Extern, ’tis Not Long After But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At. I Am Not What I Am

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.