I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I.
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Don't trust the person who has broken faith once.
A king of infinite space