To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

There's many a man hath more hair than wit.

You shall more command with years than with your weapons.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.

Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.