There is a sickness Which puts some of us in distemper, but I cannot name the disease

We’ll speak with thee at sea. At land, thou know’stHow much we do o’er-count thee.

Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents

There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.

victory sits on our helms.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.

he doth but mistake the truth totally.

currently listening to "Sidewalks" by Story of the Year(One Tree Hill Soundtrack).. love the girl from video

What a loss our ladies Will have of these trim vanities!

I partly know the instrument That screws me from my true place in your favour