Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.