Up And Down, Up And Down I

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Merciful Heaven, Thou Rather With Thy Sharp And Sulphurous Bolt Splits The Unwedgeable And Gnarled Oak Than The Soft Myrtle; But Man, Proud Man, Dressed In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured His Glassy Essence--like An Angry Ape Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven As Makes The Angels Weep; Who, With Our Spleens, Would All Themselves Laugh Mortal.