He kills her in her own humor.
I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; for grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light
For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.