"Like an unseasonable stormy day,
Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores."
"He fires the proud tops of the eastern pines."
"And must I ravel out
My weaved-up follies?"
"Give sorrow leave awhile to tutor me
To this submission."
"The gaudy, babbling, and remorseless day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea."
"There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distill it out."
"He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity."
"That daffed the world aside,
And bid it pass."
"He is come to ope
The purple testament of bleeding war."
"She sat, like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief."