The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Who Can Control His Fate?

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.