Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

I Do I Know Not What, And Fear To Find Mine Eye Too Great A Flatterer For My Mind. Fate, Show Thy Force. Ourselves We Do Not Owe. What Is Decreed Must Be; And Be This So.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.