Tired With All These, For Restful Death

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.