I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Wait For The Season When To Cast Good Counsels Upon Subsiding Passion.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

I Do I Know Not What, And Fear To Find Mine Eye Too Great A Flatterer For My Mind. Fate, Show Thy Force. Ourselves We Do Not Owe. What Is Decreed Must Be; And Be This So.