The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

Men Should Be What They Seem.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.