Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.