Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love.

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.