When I waked, I cried to dream again

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

Love is merely a madness.

For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Boldness be my friend.