Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

No worse a husband than the best of men.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.