Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.
Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
That old bald cheater, Time.