To take arms against a sea of troubles.

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them

Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a seive.

Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.