And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.