for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)
Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. - Romeo -