He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.