Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.