My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.
He whom passion rules, is bent to meet his death.
It is cruelty in war that buyeth conquest.
Unlawful desires are punished after the effect of enjoying; but impossible desires are punished in the desire itself.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!