a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.