Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.