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.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Friendship's full of dregs.

God send everyone their heart's desire!