I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
There was a star danced, and under that was I born.
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.