Come all sad and solemn shows$$$
That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes:
We convent naught else but woes.
We convent naught else but woes.

How much of our earth has been wet by blood because of jealousy! And at the end of life$$$ what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love.

Ha$$$ ha! What a fool honesty is!

I am ashamed. Does not the stone rebuke me
For being more stone than it?

Though I am not naturally honest$$$ I am so sometimes by chance

Since it is in my power
To o'erthrow law and in one self-born hour
To plant and o'erwhelm custom.

Exit$$$ pursued by a bear.

Apollo's angry$$$ and the heavens themselves
Do strike at my injustice.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.

Is this nothing?
Why then the world and all that’s in’t is nothing:
The covering sky is nothing$$$ Bohemia nothing$$$
My wife is nothing$$$ nor nothing have these nothings$$$
If this be nothing.