O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.

A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.

To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.