Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave read more

Serene I told my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind or tide nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, read more

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.

Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A read more

Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope read more

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my read more

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.
Th' imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, read more

Many a time and oft
Have you climbed up to walls and battlements,
To tow'rs and windows, yea, to chimney tops,
Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
The livelong day, with patient expectation,
To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats read more

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats of a lion. He hath indeed bettered
expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.

Ambition is the last refuge of failure.

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull read more

Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.
Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,
When that dull distance shall no more divide us;
And I no more shall scale thy wall by night
To steal a kiss from thee, as I do now.