As Good Luck Would Have It.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?