There's villainous news abroad.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.