Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.