Parting is such sweet sorrow
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas