So much one man can do that does both act and know.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.

As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run