O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast—the very rats Instinctively have quit it.
Mine eye's due is thine outward part, And my heart's right thine inward love of heart.
Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it That the probation bear no hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
The undeserver may sleep when the man of action is called on.
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
So to your pleasures, I am for other than for dancing measures.