Good Luck Lies In Odd

... By Indirections Find Directions Out.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?