Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

Within the book and volume of thy brain.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

For trust not him that hath once broken faith

Love's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.