Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
The cunning livery of hell.
Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes,From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.
Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth moveDoubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love.
Sweet are the uses of adversity.