To be direct and honest is not safe.
Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail.
Remembrance of things past.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.