And A Man's Life's No More Than

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

What Win I, If I Gain The Thing I Seek? A Dream, A Breath, A Froth Of Fleeting Joy. Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sells Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Sweet Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy? Or What Fond Beggar, But To Touch The Crown, Would With The Sceptre Straight Be Strucken Down?

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.