Master, Go On, And I

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.

April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.