God send everyone their heart's desire!
Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.