Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war?
Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse.
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Take, O take, those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again Bring again: Seals of love but sealed in vain,
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
The triple pillar of the world transformed Into a strumpet's fool.
I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh.