They also serve who only stand and wait.
Dark with excessive bright.
He that hath light within their own breast, may sit in the centre and enjoy bright day.
In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.