I Charge Thee, Hence, And

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.