If Music Be The Food

His Jest Will Savour But Of Shallow Wit, When Thousands Weep, More Than Did Laugh At It.

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.