He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.