These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights, that give a name to every fixed star, have no more profit of their shining nights than those that walk and know not what they are.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.

What is aught but as 'tis valued?

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers