Every great drama has its foreshadow.

Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.

Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.