And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
Every why has a wherefore.