Misery makes sport to mock itself.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.