As You Like It

And then the Louer,
Sighing like Furnace, with a wofull ballad
Made to his Mistresse eye-brow.

Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women, meerely Players;
They haue their Exits and their Entrances,
And one man in his time playes many parts

Some states do not allow disclaimers

Actus primus. Scoena Prima.

Good shepheard, tell this youth what 'tis to loue

The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole

Then in their countenance: will you heare the letter?

Why, tis a boysterous and a cruell stile,
A stile for challengers: why, she defies me,
Like Turke to Christian: womens gentle braine
Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention,
Such Ethiop words, blacker

No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and