The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Every great drama has its foreshadow.