Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

When We Are Born We Cry That We Are Come To This Great Stage Of Fools.