How dost thou wear and weary out thy days, Restless Ambition, never at an end.
How dost thou wear and weary out thy days, Restless Ambition, never at an end.
This is the Thing that I was born to do.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
Come, worthy Greek Ulysses, come Possess these shores with me The winds and seas are troublesome And here we may be free.
The absent danger greater still appears less fears he who is near the thing he fears.
Princes in this case Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair, Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny.
And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
The stars that have most glory have no rest.
The wise are above books.
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
When better choices are not to be had, We needs must take the seeming best of bad.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
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