If We Are True To Ourselves, We

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.