My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. -Sonnet 73

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!