We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.