But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Despair and die. The ghosts
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.