Nix

“Resist much, obey little.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase;
I’ll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.
MERCUTIO: Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s
own word:
If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick’st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
ROMEO: Nay, that’s not so.
MERCUTIO: I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
ROMEO: And we mean well in going to this mask;
But ’tis no wit to go.
MERCUTIO: Why, may one ask?
ROMEO: I dream’d a dream to-night.
MERCUTIO: And so did I.
ROMEO: Well, what was yours?
MERCUTIO: That dreamers often lie.
ROMEO: In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
MERCUTIO: O, then, I see Queen Mab
hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes.”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet