I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me; And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?
A hit, a very palpable hit.