fortune's
buffets
and
rewards
Hast ta'en
with equal
thanks:
and blest
are those
Whose
blood and
judgment
are so
well
commingled,
That they
are not a
pipe for
fortune's
finger To
sound what
stop she
please.
Give me
that man
That is
not
passion's
slave, and
I will
wear him
In my
heart's
core, ay,
in my
heart of
heart, As
I do
thee.--Something
too much
of
this.--There
is a play
to-night
before the
king;One
scene of
it comes
near the
circumstance
