This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.