To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A Feast.