Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Oh, I am fortune's fool!
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.