Our Lives Are But Our

Nose, Nose, Jolly Red Nose,and Who Gave Thee That Jolly Red Nose?nutmegs And Ginger, Cinammon And Cloves;and They Gave Me This Jolly Red Nose.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.