When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

Patience is sottish, and impatience does become a dog that's mad.

A little water clears us of this deed.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

I may command where I adore.

But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!