Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
Leave us to our free election.
Trust not your daughter's minds By what you see them act.