Sweets to the sweet.

This above all to thine own self be true And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Doubt thou the stars are fireDoubt that the sun doth moveDoubt truth to be a liarBut never doubt I love.

For some must watch while some must sleep So runs the world away

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.