What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.