Strong reasons make strong actions.
Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.