The Undiscovered Country From Whose

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Of Anger Constant Spirit, Not Swerving With The Blood, Garnish'd And Deck'd In Modest Compliment, Not Working With The Eye Without The Ear, And But In Purged Judgement Trusting Neither? Such And So Finely Bolted Didst Thou Seem.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.