We Are Such Stuff That

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.