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Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.

We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

I wasn't born a fool. It took work to get this way.

You just are born the way that you're born.

Everyone is born sincere and die deceivers.

Despair is the conclusion of fools.

We are constantly being surprised that people did things well before we were born.