She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered!
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the death of kings... All murdered; for within the hollow crown that rounds the mortal temples of a king, keeps Death his court... and with a little pin bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!