So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
Give me to drink mandragora.
I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!