The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators, save only he,Did that they did in envy of Caesar;He only, in a general honest thoughtAnd common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elementsSo mixd in him that Nature might stand upAnd say to all the world, This was a man!