They Lie Deadly That Tell

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

I Am Afeard There Are Few Die Well That Die In Battle, For How Can They Charitably Dispose Of Anything When Blood Is Their Argument?

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

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.