To bet, or not to bet, when to stay, to raise, whether draw two cards, whether three, these are the things I tried to teach my brother. All the world's not words, I told him. Will, this is just a stage you're going through, I said. Fate, who dealt us thus, Pluck, her bastard spawn, answer not to pleas of words and charmings. The life of this world be the toss, a gaming, the love of this life Dame Chance, and her undiscover'd address. One makes orisons to Lady Luck in vanity. That nymph--outrageous fortune--pierces alike all with odds' bodkin: saint, ignoble, knave, the most intrepid knight. Quiet us. Soft you now. The protest be too much. Rub thine eyes with sleep, If thou can, for there is no dread in thy bed. The name of action is to dare, and forebear. The rest: a die's science. I went my way; he his.