It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
When the age is in, the wit is out
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.