I Do Desire We May Be Better

Although The Last, Not Least.

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

This Is The Excellent Foppery Of The World, That, When We Are Sick In Fortune,--often The Surfeit Of Our Own Behavior,--we Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars: As If We Were Villains By Necessity; Fools By Heavenly Compulsion; Knaves, Thieves, And Treachers, By Spherical Predominance; Drunkards, Liars, And Adulterers, By An Enforced Obedience Of Planetary Influence; And All That We Are Evil In, By A Divine Thrusting On: An Admirable Evasion Of Whoremaster Man, To Lay His Goatish Disposition To The Charge Of A Star.