On the north front of the building:
This therefore is the praise
That his drama is the mirrour of life.
His wit can no more lie hid,
Then it could be lost.
Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe.
—JOHN HEMINGE, HENRIE CONDELL
Thou art a moniment, without a tombe,
And art alive still, while thy booke doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
On the west side of the building, facing the U.S. Capitol:
For Wisdomes sake, a word that all men love.
—LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST
On the fountain, below the statue of Puck:
Lord, what fooles these mortals be!
—A MIDSOMMER NIGHTS DREAME