The wheel is come full circle.
Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Farewell, fair cruelty.