Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented: sometimes am I king; Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar, And so I am: then crushing penury Persuades me I was better when a king; Then am I king'd again: and by and by Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke, And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be, Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased With being nothing.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.