Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.

Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear