If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.

Love hath made thee a tame snake

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.