Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

All's well if all ends well.