Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of
There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.
In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.