Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.