The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

When I waked, I cried to dream again

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

How poor are they that have have not patients.

We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.