The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.