What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And Flame Of Thy Distemper, Sprinkle Cool Patience.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.