It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

“I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.”

“But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is,With nothing shall be plea…”

“No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved…”

“You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief,…”