Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.