Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.

Full fathom five thy father lies

Good things should be praised.

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

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.