Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.

Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.

Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.

These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.

For all have not the gift of martyrdom.