What Say You To A Piece Of

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

Press Not A Falling Man Too Far; 'tis Virtue: His Faults Lie Open To The Laws; Let Them, Not You, Correct Him.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.