Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
We have seen better days.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
And nature must obey necessity.
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.