Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Shame is pride's cloak.
Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.
General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.