No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.