Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Too nice, and yet too true!
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.
The chameleon Love can feed on the air
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh