There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
How much an ill word may empoison liking!
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.