Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
Speak low, if you speak love.
You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.
Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.