Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy.

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

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

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.