See Where She Comes Apparelled

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates. The Fault, Dear Brutus, Is Not In Our Stars, But In Ourselves, That We Are Underlings.