My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Believe Then, If You Please, That I Can Do Strange Things. [act 5, Scene 2]

At Christmas I No More Desire A Rose Than Wish A Snow In May's New-fangled Mirth; But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.