Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves |
Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off |
For I must go where lazy Peace Will hide her drowsy head; And, for the sport of kings, increase The number of the dead. |
Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know |
Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know |