What is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this short Comedy.
Walter RaleighBut true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
Walter RaleighTake special care that thou never trust any friend or servant with any matter that may endanger thine estate; for so shalt thou make thyself a bond-slave to him that thou trustest, and leave thyself always to his mercy.
Walter Raleigh