Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

Give thy thoughts no tongue.