Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
Sometimes, less is more.
Hear the meaning within the word.
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.