..What our contempt often hurls from us,
We wish it our again; the present pleasure,
By revolution lowering,does become
The opposite of itself..

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide

I wish you all the joy you can wish.

Oh, I am fortune's fool!