Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Speak comfortable words.
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.