Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing Why, They Also Hate Without Much Foundation.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.