I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

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

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.