Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong To None. This Above All: To Thine Own Self Be True. No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty. Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!