Where hateful Death put on his ugliest mask.
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?