As the husband is, the wife is.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

A day may sink or save a realm.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.