And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.