The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

All The World's A Stage.

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.