You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

If fortune torments me, hope contents me.

Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!

I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.