Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. Jacques in William Shakespeare's, As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII, 164-165 Words come slowly now tossing here and there like a bobber on the windblown sea; sea bubble floating on a coming wave or peeking out from wrack seaweed. Nothing is secure, tied down Words gurgle up, then down that ends this strange eventful history