Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

What is thy sentence then but speechless death.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

A blind man can't forget the eyesight he lost, show me any beautiful girl. How can her beauty not remind me of the one whose beauty surpasses hers?

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.