The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight