The Past Is Prologue.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness To Catch The Nearest Way: Thou Wouldst Be Great; Art Not Without Ambition, But Without The Illness Should Attend It: What Thou Wouldst Highly, That Wouldst Thou Holily; Wouldst Not Play False, And Yet Wouldst Wrongly Win.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.