Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

The Rest, Is Silence.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.