No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.

For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Here was a Caesar! When comes such another?

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.