Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.