My Grief Lies All Within, And These

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

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

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.