God grant us patience!
Get thee to a nunnery.
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?