Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.