Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; let us be jocund
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.