Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
Raw in the fields the rude militia swarms, Mouth without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.