And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.
All of Creation’s a farce. Man was born as a joke. In his head his reason is buffeted Like wind-blown smoke. Life is a game. Everyone ridicules everyone else. But he who has the last laugh Laughs longest.