We That Are True Lovers

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Life's But A Walking Shadow, A Poor Player, That Struts And Frets His Hour Upon The Stage, And Then Is Heard No More; It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury, Signifying Nothing.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.