Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

They Say Miracles Are Past.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.