Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies; Of His Bones Are Coral Made; Those Are Pearls That Were His Eyes; Nothing Of Him That Doth Fade, But Doth Suffer A Sea-change Into Something Rich And Strange. Sea-nymphs Hourly Ring His Knell: Ding-dong. Hark! Now I Hear Them — Ding-dong, Bell.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.