Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.
Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart?
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Who covers faults at last shame them derides.
Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack. Thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares.
How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence and leave it unpicked.
There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
You, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best!
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.