And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Have patience, and endure

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.