But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
To beguile the time, look like the time.