Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. And that thou oft prouoakst, yet grosselie fearst;
Duke. Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thy selfe,
Duke. For thou exists on manie a thousand graines
Duke. That issue out of dust. Happie thou art not,
Duke. For what thou hast not, still thou striu'st to get,
Duke. And what thou hast forgetst. Thou art not certaine,
Duke. For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
Duke. After the Moone: If thou art rich, thou'rt poore,
Duke. For like an Asse, whose backe with Ingots bowes;
Duke. Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie,
Duke. And death vnloads thee; Friend hast thou none.
Duke. For thine owne bowels which do call thee, fire
Duke. The meere effusion of thy proper loines
Duke. Do curse the Gowt, Sapego, and the Rheume
Duke. For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth, nor age
Duke. But as it were an after‑dinners sleepe
Duke. Dreaming on both, for all thy blessed youth
Duke. Becomes as aged, and doth begge the almes
Duke. Of palsied‑Eld: and when thou art old, and rich
Duke. Thou