We Will Meet; And There We May

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

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

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.