On Pain Of Death, No Person Be

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Live Loath'd And Long, Most Smiling, Smooth, Detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, Affable Wolves, Meek Bears, You Fools Of Fortune, Trencher Friends, Time Flies Cap And Knee Slaves, Vapors, And Minute Jacks.

Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity