Sometimes, Less Is More.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.