My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.