Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

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

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then my thoughts-from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find.