Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

The Readiness Is All.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.