From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They are the ground, the books, the academes,From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; my soul the father: and these two beget a generation of still-breeding thoughts, and these same thoughts people this little world.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world now lies he there And none so poor to do him reverence.

See you now your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth; and thus do we of wisdom and of reach, with windlasses and with assays of bias, by indirections find directions out.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.