Get thee glass eyes$$$
And like a scurvy politician seem
To see the things thou dost not.

They told me I was everything: 'tis a lie$$$ I am no ague-proof.

So distribution should undo excess$$$
And each man have enough.

As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods:
They kill us for their sport.

I am a man more sinned against than sinning.

Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage$$$ blow$$$
You cataracts and hurricanoes.

Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

Now$$$ gods$$$ stand up for bastards!

What time o' day?
The hour that fools should ask.