So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!