Falsehood falsehood cures
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.