How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.
Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.