Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.
The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.