How Many Fond Fools Serve

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.

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.

They Say Best Men Are Molded Out Of Faults, And, For The Most, Become Much More The Better For Being A Little Bad

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!