Jesters do oft prove prophets.
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.