How long a time lies in one little word?

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.