Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.
Thou unfit for any place but hell.
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.