All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
I am Duchess of Malfi still.
When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.
See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.