But what is past my help is past my care.
Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.
The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much.
As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.