Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.