There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

All The World's A Stage.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.