All The World Is A Stage And

Lend Less Than You Owe.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.