Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.

And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

Good is not good, unless A thousand it possess, But doth waste with greediness.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.