When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

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

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.