With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

And To The English Court Assemble Now, From Every Region, Apes Of Idleness!