how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
A lion may die of an ass's kick.
Faultless to a fault.
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.