Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
If love be blind, it best agrees with night
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo