O Shame, Where Is Thy

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.