“There is nothing serious in Mortality”

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“As you all know, Security Is Mortals chiefest Enemy.”

“Cupid is a knavish lad,Thus to make poor mortals mad!”

“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“O, let me kiss that hand!KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”