Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought. — George Chapman
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best. — George Chapman
The incompetent quickly throws himself into another impressive enterprise in order to — George Chapman
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance. — George Chapman
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The Gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes. — George Chapman