For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

One man in his time plays many parts.

Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

For what good turn? Messenger: For the best turn of the bed.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.