Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.