Our wills and fates do so contrary run, that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives …”

“Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,A serpent stung me; so the whole ear…”

“That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, d…”

“Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleepDreaming of bot…”