Memory, The Warder Of The

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.

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.