If music be the food of love, play on.

If music be the food of love, play on.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

Their silence cries aloud.

Their silence cries aloud.

A credulous thing is love.

A credulous thing is love.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

It is a pleasant thing to be pointed at with the finger, and to
hear it said, "That is read more

It is a pleasant thing to be pointed at with the finger, and to
hear it said, "That is he."

The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by coveting more.

The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by coveting more.

Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.

Fear keepes and looks to the vineyard, and not the owner.

It is not worth a button.

It is not worth a button.