The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.