Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Merely Players: They Have Their Exits And Their Entrances; And One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts, His Acts Being Seven Ages.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.