What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.

I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.