Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.

Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

I maintain, against the enemies of the stage, that patterns of piety, decently represented, may second the precepts.

They say everything in the world is good for something.