What A Piece Of Work Is A

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.