Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.