And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
As soon as there was two there was pride.