You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His

Remembrance Of Things Past.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.