And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
Good is not good, unless A thousand it possess, But doth waste with greediness.
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.