Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.

Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.