Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see My heart was to thy rudder tied by th'strings When I was green in judgement, cold in blood. O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Of the ranged empire fall: here is my space. Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch The triple pillar of the world transformed Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.įor we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.Īll's well that ends well, still the fine's the crown When miracles have by the great’st been denied.Ī young man married is a man that's marred. Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.įrom simple sources, and great seas have dried Where love’s strong passion is impressed in youth. It is the show and seal of nature’s truth, Our blood to us, this to our blood is born: This thornĭoth to our rose of youth rightly belong. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage. Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb.
The hind that would be mated by the lion, That I should love a bright particular star Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
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