Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.