For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

I despised my arrival on this earth and I despise my departure; it is a tragedy.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.

Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.