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.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

God grant us patience!

Swift as shadow, short as any dream

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.