That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.