Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

I have not slept one wink.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.