I don't know whether it was that night or some other I found the soliloquy from...

I don't know whether it was that night or some other I found the soliloquy from Richard the Second. I only know that finding it let me sail off some blind cliff face into full-blown flight:
-Of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs,
Make dust our paper and with rainy eye