But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
William ShakespeareO love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!
William ShakespeareIf there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
William Shakespeare