Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes, Dexterity so obeying appetite That what he will he does, and does so much That proof is called impossibility.

I take to-day a wife, and my election Is led on in the conduct of my will-- My will enkindled my by mine and ears Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye;/ A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;/ A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,/ That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks;/ Small have continuous plodders ever won,/ Save base authority from others' books.

Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are gardeners.

In delay there lies no plenty;Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.