But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Patch up thine old body for heaven.
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.