Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
Sweet are the uses of adversity
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.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
The readiness is all.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!