What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow