To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

Conscience doth make cowards of us all.