Look On Beauty, And You

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

Our Revels Now Are Ended. These Our Actors, As I Foretold You, Were All Spirits And Are Melted Into Air, Into Thin Air: And, Like The Baseless Fabric Of This Vision, The Cloud-capp'd Towers, The Gorgeous Palaces, The Solemn Temples, The Great Globe Itself, Yea, All Which It Inherit, Shall Dissolve And, Like This Insubstantial Pageant Faded, Leave Not A Rack Behind. We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On, And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Speak Me Fair In Death.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.