For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
As many arrows, loosed several ways, come to one mark...so many a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one purpose.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.