We Cannot All Be Masters.

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.