Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step
So our virtues lie in the interpretation of the time
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.
If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.