Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Love will not be constrain'd by mastery. When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.
Many small make a great.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
Look up on high, and thank the God of all.