Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

“زیرا من همه آن چیزهای مرده‌ام.آنکه در او عشق کیمیای جدیدی آفرید.زیرا هنرش براست…”

“Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for, youAs yet but knocke, breathe, shine,…”

“Away thou fondling motley humorist, Leave mee, and in this standing woodden che…”

“As virtuous men pass mildly awayAnd whisper to their souls, to goe,While some o…”