It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

What is more miserable than discontent?

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Hear the meaning within the word.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.