We must be brief when traitors brave the field.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.

A man can die but once.