I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a so...

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

I count myself in nothing ...