Have you e’er seen the Phoenix of the Earth?

Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead?

Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this multitude?

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow

Why it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes, and the clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous as ebony

O gentle lady, do not put me to't; For I am nothing, if not critical.

I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace for my life.

What wax so frozen but dissolves with temp’ring,And yields at last to every light impression?

..and we call it "Deep Regret"

O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!