Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

In Jest, There Is Truth.

...and Then, In Dreaming, / The Clouds Methought Would Open And Show Riches / Ready To Drop Upon Me, That When I Waked / I Cried To Dream Again.

All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.