It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.
Full fathom five thy father lies
Time does not have the same appeal for every one
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.