Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.
Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!
Love hath made thee a tame snake
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.