The truth is ever best.
Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Afterthought makes the first resolve a liar.
Of all human ills, greatest is fortune's wayward tyranny.