Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?