O, Teach Me How You Look, And

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumbered Here While These Visions Did Appear. And This Weak And Idle Theme, No More Yielding But A Dream, Gentles, Do Not Reprehend: If You Pardon, We Will Mend: And, As I Am An Honest Puck, If We Have Unearned Luck Now To 'scape The Serpent's Tongue, We Will Make Amends Ere Long; Else The Puck A Liar Call; So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.