Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!