You Kiss By Th' Book.

All The World's A Stage.

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

My Thought, Whose Murder Yet Is But Fantastical, Shakes So My Single State Of Man That Function Is Smothered In Surmise, And Nothing Is But What Is Not.