"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..."
"And through this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set."
"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins"
"Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
Was ever woman in this humour won?"
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind."
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds
tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
sermons in stones, and good in everything."
(Exit, pursued by a bear)
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