I May Command Where I Adore.

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Merely Players: They Have Their Exits And Their Entrances; And One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts, His Acts Being Seven Ages.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.