With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
When once our grace we have forgot, Nothing goes right.
a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.