Thou losest here, a better where to find.

“Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!”

“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty til…”

“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must need…”