Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

The Best Way To Accomplish Something Is To Just Do It, And Then Find The Courage Afterward.

Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow After.