To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.