Thou Shouldst Not Have Been

There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.