Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.