Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
The lot of man - to suffer and to die.