She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

Hear the meaning within the word.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Life's uncertain voyage.

It is certain that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage is caught as men take diseases, one of another.

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.