I Had As Lief Have Been Myself

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.