Emperors New Clothes

So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, "Oh, how fine are the Emperor's new clothes! Don't they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!" Nobody would confess that he couldn't see anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. "But he hasn't got anything on," a little child said.
"But he hasn't got anything on!" the whole town cried out at last. 
The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they were right. But he thought, "This procession has got to go on." So he walked more proudly than ever, as his noblemen held high the train that wasn't there at all. 

"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also"


Merchant of Venice

The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven, Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. It is mightiest in the mightiest, It becomes the throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, An attribute to awe and majesty. Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself. And earthly power dost the become likest God's, Where mercy seasons justice.

Little Giant

Who said it's easy to feel loved

When you look over your shoulder,

And only see the wasteland

You've just got to carry what you can,

Have the heart of a giant but know you're a man.

Start small, grow tall.

I'm always saying I'll make it right my dear,

Cos losing you is my greatest fear.

I know I found all the blame this side,

But still you say be yourself you'll turn out all-right.

You made me run like I'd never run,

Try like I had never tried,

Fight like had never fought ,

Made me want it. 

Thought that I was in my prime,

 But I was naked dressed in my pride. 

You saw through the things I hide, 

Yet still said be yourself you’ll turn out all-right.