Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.