Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Seek happy nights to happy days.W
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
There's daggers in men's smiles.
So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.