My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream