Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.

Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys

Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.

Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.

And put

My clouted brogues from off my feet.

Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.