What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
Can we outrun the heavens?
And makes me poor indeed.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.