“But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.”

“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence”

“Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.”

“I have no way and therefore want no eyesI stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.”

“We, ignorant of ourselves,Beg often our own harms, which the wise powersDeny us for our good; so find we profitBy losing of our prayers.”

“World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.”

“It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.”