For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.