They are but beggars that can count their worth.
We are such stuff that dreams are made of.
Remembrance of things past.
Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! *Itโs sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but itโs actually very rough when you experience it.*