Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.

Like one who draws the model of a house beyond his power to build it who, half through, gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost a naked subject to the weeping clouds.

O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.