Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

“O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,As a nose on a man's face, or a weatherco…”

“what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes”

“Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.”

“You know your mother means to feast with me,And calls herself Revenge, and thin…”