A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not,

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.