Have patience, and endure
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.