The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo