Sometimes, less is more.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart-see, they bark at me.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.