I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

This above all; to thine own self be true.

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.