Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster,

Let The End Try The Man.

O For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention, A Kingdom For A Stage, Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene!

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.