Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the Earth Where nothing lives but crosses, cares, and grief.

“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.”

“Can’t help it? Nonsense! What we are is up to us. Our bodies are like gardens a…”

“Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?”

“Therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! 'Tis clean out of the way. See…”