I see a man's life is a tedious one.

I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.