o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes look your last arms take your last embrace and lips all you the doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death

“Ako nekoga mrzi mnogo ljudi, to mora da je dobar čovek.”

“Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass,That I may see my shadow as I pa…”

“I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse gro…”

“I can again thy former light restore,Should I repent me: but once put out thy l…”