There is nothing serious in Mortality
Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!
Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.
And a man's life's no more than to say "One."