Pardon's the word to all.
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me.
And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
If your mind dislike anything obey it.
If a man do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument than the bell rings and the widow weeps.