To speak and purpose not."
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast."
Nature I you stands on the very verge
Of his confine."
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness defend you
From seasons such as these? O I have taken
Too little care of this."
And dizzy tis to cast one's eyes so low!
I'll look no more
Lest my brain turn and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong."
We two alone will sing like birds in the cage."
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone forever."