Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

“Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.”

“There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fort…”

“Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.”

“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatin this distracted…”