It Is Not Enough To Speak, But

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.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.