Soft pity enters an iron gate. I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die. I speak of peace, while covert enmity under the smile of safety wounds the world. If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work. If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me! If I do wake, some planet strike me down, that I may slumber in eternal sleep! Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love. If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die. It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so. Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. In a false quarrel there is no true valour. | 
