Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

Such as we are made of, such we be.

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

I had as lief have been myself alone.