Though I Be But Prince

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

Omittance Is No Quittance.