He makes a July's day short as December.

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution