Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Ere I Could Make Thee Open Thy White Hand, And Clap Thyself My Love; Then Didst Thou Utter, I Am Your's For Ever!

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.