Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Small to greater matters must give way.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do.

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.