Out of her favour, where I am in love.
And too soon Marred are those so early Made.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.