But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

I am ill at these numbers.