Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
I have drunk and seen the spider.
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?