It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In The Most Humorous Sadness.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.