Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

How my achievements mock me!

We have seen better days.

O, call back yesterday, bid time return

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.