Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
In arguing of the shadow, we forgo the substance.
It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.
As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions
It is a world to see.
The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.