Reputation Is An Idle And Most False

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

Under The Greenwood Tree, Who Loves To Lie With Me And Tune His Merry Note, Unto The Sweet Bird's Throat; Come Hither, Come Hither, Come Hither. Here Shall He See No Enemy But Winter And Rough Weather.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.