There Is None But He Whose Being

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

Sir Andrew Ague-cheek: I'll Stay A Month Longer. I Am A Fellow O' The Strangest Mind I' The World; I Delight In Masques And Revels Sometimes Altogether (he's An Oddity In That He Enjoys Having Fun)

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?