We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!