What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.