This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.