I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
Beguile the time, and feed your knowledge With viewing of the town.
A man can no more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young limbs and lechery.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
He bids you ... to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war Opens his vasty jaws.
When love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball, The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, The intertissued robe of gold and pearl, ... Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.
Orlando. Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind! Jaques. Nay then, God buy you, and you talk in blank verse.