We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.