A Heaven On Earth I Have Won

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

The Sense Of Death Is Most In Apprehension.