Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

I Am Not Merry, But I Do Beguile The Thing I Am By Seeming Otherwise.

I Have Thought Some Of Nature's Journeymen Had Made Men And Not Made Them Well, They Imitated Humanity So Abominably.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.