This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

“Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's …”

“For thy sweet love remembr'd such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my …”

“Anything that's mended is but patched. Virtue that transgresses is but patched …”

“And pity, like a new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed…”