Madam, by chance, but not by truth; what though?
Madam, by chance, but not by truth; what though?
If chance will have me King, why, chance may
crown me
Without my stir.
None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Not of this country, though my chance is now
To use it for my time.
There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.
Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love,
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity; so fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
And interjoin their issues.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories