A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.