Jealousy, the old worm that bites.
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.
Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
... he that will live in this World, must be endu'd with the three rare Qualities of Dissimulation, Equivocation, and mental Reservation.
Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality