Drink Down All Unkindness.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.