This is the short and the long of it.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

The hideous god of war.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.