Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

Fill all thy bones with aches.

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.

'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.

The fear's as bad as falling.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.