The Third Day Comes A Frost, A

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.