Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.

I can give the loser leave to chide.