Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.