Book: King Henry IV

Hang ears. Did you get the rumor.
Do any of you not open your ears?
I quickly rush from the East to the sunset
And the horse in the way to me is the wind.
The ends of the earth I pass
The news of the Affairs of the globe.
I sewed the cloak myself of the languages
That they lie in all the languages of the world.
No fiction like this and slander,
I used ear is not clogged.

Walk without a wife, and be merry without hateful,
That woman, that witch, though Vaughn dies!
Enjoy yourself, have fun without scruple, revelers
And the song pull up, man!

I am glad to have a judge who judges
Fearlessly my son. I'm happy
The fact that the son, despite the title
The law in the hands of gives.

Fill restless minds
Hikes, business abroad,
Send away noisy fidgets
Abroad as well give them to turn around
So forgetting the past is overgrown.

Evil rarely gets along with the good,
And the bees in the fall do not build combs.

Happiness is entirely without any admixture of suffering does not happen.

Always fun to sadness, and Vice versa.

Someone, for example,
Known as the king's favorite.
How much of the life he can mess around,
With such fame having abused?

No, strife tired of the king
He realized that beating the death penalty
With one enemy, he is making two
In his descendants. More denunciations
People will not be in the lists to make it.
He knows no differences of opinion I bring
And all it is impossible for life to suspect.
The phenomenon is messed up roots.
Want to pull the enemy with them
Explode out of the soil and destroy the other.

We submitted petitions to the king
With the enumeration of our grievances,
But we did not respond to queries.
Complaints were doing those
Who are we in these lists accused.

We see life a gradual move
The similarity of the future with the past
With the success of lets talk
About the likelihood of future events.
They, however, did not yet,
But the seeds and roots them in the presence.

About if it was possible to look
In the pages of the rock to see clearly,
What are the transformations to come!
We saw how shallow the mountains
And the sea covers the shore,
Again like shallow oceans
And drying again out of the water,
We saw, as a laughing time
Disturbing the wine in the Cup changes.

Lucky the watchman snoozing on the porch,
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Sleep, why, tell you mile
To mastitis with the poor on straw
Under the incessant buzzing of flies,
Than to get a rich man under the canopy,
Where music lulls your ears
And the room refreshed spirits?