And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.