This Is The Short And The Long

To Thine Own Self Be True, And It Must Follow, As The Night The Day, Thou Canst Not Then Be False To Any Man.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.