Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.