One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.