I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally, I would we could do so for her benefits are mightily misplaced and the bountiful blind girl doth most mistake in her gifts to women. 'Tis true for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favouredly. Nay, now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.