There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

Leave us to our free election.

...an old man is twice a child.

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

You are strangely troublesome.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.