To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.
I'll note you in my book of memory.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
He was not so much brain as earwax
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.