Speak comfortable words.
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.
Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!