“He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:And you all know, securityIs mortals' chiefest enemy.”
“At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.”
“There is nothing serious in Mortality”
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“Cupid is a knavish lad,Thus to make poor mortals mad!”
“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”