What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.