God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.

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Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.