And makes me poor indeed.
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th’ ignorant More learned than the ears.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Love goes toward love.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.