💬 King Lear:
So we’ll live,/ And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh/ At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues/ Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-/ Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-/ And take upon ’s the mystery of things,As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,/ In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones/ that ebb and flow by th' moon.