Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.

Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation

The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.