Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.