Great griefs medicine the less.
Within the book and volume of thy brain.
By-and-by is easily said.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.