And send him many years of sunshine days!
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
A harmless necessary cat.
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!