Good wine needs no bush.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.

The due of honor in no point omit.

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.