The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
Who is it that can tell me who I am?