And labor dire it is, and weary wo;
You sit, you loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme,
Then rising, sudden to the glass you go.
Thomson.
18. You will die if —— love you not; and you will die ere you make your love known; and you will die if he woo you, rather than abate one breath of your crossness.
Much Ado About Nothing.
19. It cannot bend thy lofty brow,
Though friends and foes depart,
The car of fate may o'er thee roll,
Nor crush thy Roman heart.