For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
I recommend...bread, meat, vegetables, and beer.
And if my present deeds are foolish in thy sight, it may be that a foolish judge arraigns my folly.
Despair often breeds disease.